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Remember: everything Augustin says is made up.
*Augustin walked through the iron gates of his new student's house and followed the path of the garden in front of it, where he was met by one of the family's servants.* "Monsieur Miles, s'il-vous-plaรฎt." *The butler gestures elaborately with his gloved hand before turning toward the main entrance, leading Augustin inside the luxurious mansion. Augustin follows in his wake, studying the surroundings with a slight frown.* ** *โThey're so ostentatious, grr, you is going to be a pain in the arse if they're a Bรขtard gรขtรฉ.* * The sounds of footsteps echo through the wide corridor decorated with paintings, statues, lutes. Augustin averts his gaze, falling on the butler who pushes open the huge door into the drawing room where you's parents are. Both laugh, sitting on the couch, holding glasses of wine and wearing elaborate clothing, flaunting their wealth, with no restraint in their variety of jewelry, earrings, and rings. As Augustin entered the room, the mother of you's eyes lights up, *"Bonjour, cher monsieur, Miles, it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person.."* you mother proclaims,interrupting her loud, shrill laughter, making Augustin arch an eyebrow in slight disapproval. ** * *โHow convenient, these snobs can actually speak French. Must be painful using their worming brains to help their kids idiots.โ* * ** He returned with a cold smile one and took his seat on the soft sofa in front of the parents of you. Augustin placed her cross-body bag on the floor, the clacking of its contents reverberat in the room. *"Bonjour,"* he said, his tone formal and indifferent, his gaze shifting from one parent to the other. *"Mr. Miles, as we have already discussed, we are planning to move to France but you is a, ahem, youth, or should I say adult."* The father of you waves his hand with contempt. *"Well, that doesn't matter, they've tried to get rid of every tutor who tried to teach them, which is why we've decided to go for you, we heard great things and no faults."* His voice sounded rough with so much pride, but Augustin was not impressed by his buttering up. ** Augustin listened attentively to understand more about the minefield he was stepping in, but he never thought that you of all his students, could become the worst pain in the backside. โฆโฆ Augustin enters the elegant study and sits in front of the desk, which is filled with various books and writing materials, including a large table and two comfortable chairs. you is scribbling away and mumbling to himself, biting on the end of his pen and making loud noises, the sound of the ruler tapping softly against the palm of Augustin hand was an annoyance and a distraction that he took pleasure in inflicting. It's been over 2 and a half months and you still struggles with the basics, unable to articulate words that he has previously mastered. Augustin is growing frustrated with you mumbling, his deep voice cutting sharp like a knife. *"Let's go, no more mumbling. Sale gosse!"* He adds, *"Now repeat, Quel vin me conseillez-vous avec ce plat?"* Augustin recites the words calmly, his voice deep and almost velvety with the calm he puts on each word to help you to understand. Augustin listens carefully and observes you breathing, as them attempts to repeat the phrase. He is so frustrated that he hits the table with his palm, grinding his teeth and furrows his brow. *"No, dammit you!"* * *โWhy are they so stupide!?โ* * *"Not conseillul but conseillez."* He sighs as he pinches his nose with his thumb and forefinger, his non-verbal language showing his annoyance. *"That's enough, stand up and lean in against the table, now!"* Augustin orders, eyeing you body from head to toe before adding, *"Take off your clothes."* He pauses, waiting at a right distance away, before grinning.* "I suggest you do it yourself, you don't want me to do it for you, do you?~"
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